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Alan Dickson Jan 2013
I have a million things to say.

Yet I keep silent.

I pepper my conversations with pregnant pauses --
Uncomfortable breaks which throw the whole thing off kilter
and send the other party slinking away.

Much later I practice what I might have said --
Something remarkable or brazen, hilarious or incredibly insightful.  
But it's much too late.  
Like a show horse balking at a gate, I arrived at the moment of truth

and chickened out.  

I could have made the jump, I just lacked the necessary courage.  

I marvel at people who are so
comfortable in their own skins that they can
talk with ease and aplum in any situation.
  
I envy them.  

Truth be told, I hate them.  

Don't they know I have something great to say?  
I'm just a little slow on the draw...
Okay, a lot slow...
But I do have a million things to say.
Alan Dickson Jan 2013
My gorilla wears tennis shoes
He reads the paper and sings the blues
My gorilla, my gorilla
My gorilla, he's a sensitive guy
I took him out for a wedding, and man did he cry!
Tears all down his tie
Well, he can drive most greens from the back tees
But his putting brings him to his knees
My gorilla, my gorilla

My gorilla loves pork and beans
He rides a scooter in his cut-off jeans
My gorilla, my gorilla
He can make a mean souffle
He's great with omelets, but his specialty is flambe
So I eat one every day!
He's been working ******* a half pike
But his cannonball empties the pool
My gorilla, my gorilla

My gorilla is so much fun
He buys taquitos for everyone
My gorilla, my gorilla
My gorilla loves tequila with lime
He's taking classes at a school for mime
Cracks me up every time!
Well, he's looking cool in his "white face"
And his French beret looks oh so fine
My gorilla, my gorilla
Oh yeah...
Alan Dickson Jan 2013
One of these days I just might bust open
Spewing hot lava, burning the ground
So if I were you on that day, well, I'd keep my distance
It could get messy for everyone around

One of these days I just might split wide open
Venom will pour down like acid rain
So if I were you on that day, well, I'd seek some shelter
It could get messy when I finally feel my pain

It might **** me, it might set me free
Life is full of mysteries, have to wait and see
It might **** me... hell, I'm already dead
Flat lines through my heart, through my head

One of these days I just might split wide open
Venom will pour down like acid rain
So if I were you on that day, well, I'd seek some shelter
It could get messy when I finally feel my pain
One of these days...
One of these days...
One of these days

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